Wha? Wha?Wha? These people are too flocking slow for me

Wha? wha? wha?

This place on the edge of the fucking universe

Is too fucking slow for me.

Did I take the wrong fucking turning? and end up at the side of the fucking motorway?

Where are the people? Where is the town? Where are the people to be around?


What is this place? Purgatory?

What did I say? What did I do?

Did I forsake you Lord when I went to the loo?

What is this fucking place where people laugh at you?

And say they will do things that they never do?

Where people laugh and say your name like it never mattered anyway?

What is this place? that I call home? Where I invite my friends?

Who proceed to drive me around the fucking bend?

What did I do? How do I solve it? They are dong this on purpose?

To make me be a fucking accountant!



The Tide Is Rising

My Friend..Give me some large stones…

My Friend…Help me with this one…

My Friend…A few more stones and we’ll be done…

My Friend…There it is… The Watkins Dam. Built to withstand the tide of the ocean itself.

You…It is leaking

You..You missed a bit



Dedicated to friends everywhere.


Music is…the cacophony of voices in this world

You may listen to words of wisdom

Or you may shout your defiance

And listen to those of others

who make music like you can.#

For we are all lovers and musicians alike

And we all can fight back with music.

And in our fight, we will meet other minds

that we don’t necessarily like and this

should push us further than before and make

we continue with the fight.

And we might meet those who love us along the way

and they are angels bringing our souls back from the fray

And together you continue to fight and you might , just might

meet and make another life.

There are those who want you for their own purpose and as oats

grow you can see their blackness deep within so you should

love them more lest you grow weak alone, transmogrified.

When you step out with friends you know the feeling is right

When you go out and stay out all the night and then crash at their pile

For these people, you would go the extra mile but then one day

when you wake up alone again there is only one who can put it right.

That’s right it is you and you must do what you can and carry on the fight.